A whirlwind of passion and positions.

Heaving and dripping with sweat, you slouch backwards onto the soft padded cushions on the carapace based chair, with Shree in your lap, her forehead against yours, breathing just as heavily as you fill her up with the latest addition of virile spunk, any excess dripping out along your shaft. Looking into her equally exhausted yet satisfied eyes, your limp hand shakily makes its way up to her cheek. She mirrors your movements and you both swallow hard. This war of attrition will end with the next orgasm. With that being said, you're both perfectly content to sit, joined together like this, drawing deep from your reserves for the final assault.

Your eyes close and your breathing slows, as the last... who knows how long replays in your mind. All you know for sure, is that the chair you're sitting on is the only piece of furniture, apart from the bed, that is still standing. Every thing else has been either knocked over by accident, or ended up falling over as the two of you took your breeding to every square inch of her room. If you were to open your eyes and look around, you could easily tell where your back has been against the walls, where Shree's back was, and where her front was.

A trail of white and clear droplets tells the tale of your journey around the room, starting from the cupboard by the bed and ending at the clawed top of a freshly destroyed wooden desk right next to you. Your back and shoulders sting as the web of scratches and bites sew themselves back together, with an audible hiss of steam coming from between your foreheads. The scent of ozone lingers in the air and your ear on that side still rings from the bolt of lightning that erupted out of her mouth from a particularly strong orgasm that she had. You took great pains to not do that again.

But sometime in the midst of this tornado of flesh, you realized that, either by instinct or from taking on her energy, the entire ordeal was a perverse game of sorts. A back-and-forth of power and dominance. There were times when she would be more assertive and aggressive, egging you on or even fighting you for control; other times she would be more reserved and submissive, waiting for you to make the next move. You didn't catch on to it at first, but soon enough you figured out the rhythms of the game and adjusted accordingly. After that, the two of you were not stud and mare, but partners.

The next breath you take is steady and even. Your heart is beating fast and strong. You open your eyes and meet hers. She holds her gaze. Your lips meet one more time before you take her body into your arms and stand. With her arms on your shoulders, she locks her legs around your waist as you carry your partner back to the bed.